POEM: The View From My Window v2

In high school (or was it junior high?), I wrote the following as an English assignment asking us to write about the view from our window.  I only remember parts of it, so some of it is missing, but you get the gist of its meaning, perhaps.

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW

I look out my window

And what do I see?

Papers and trash

Blowing 'round a tree.

Sometimes I wonder

If there'll ever be

A peaceful day

In this city.

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So I looked out my window

And what did I see?

Papers and trash

Blowing 'round a tree.

-- Today I was sitting here with my tea and the poem returned to my mind unbidden, as I sat there admiring the view from my window.  I have since moved on from my teenage years and found far more peace than I ever dreamed possible.  So I decided to jot down this morning's thoughts:

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW, version 2

I look out my window

And what do I see?

A barn, trees and grass

O'er a nice cuppa tea.

Sometimes I still wonder

If there'll ever be

Just one peaceful day

In my old city.

There's crime and there's violence

At the schools, 'neath the trees

Our children are dying

But... some are finding their dreams.

So I looked out my window

O'er a nice cuppa tea

A barn, trees and grass

And a sad memory.